What’s the most stupid thing you have ever bought? If your answer is anything other than a hand-wash-only cashmere onesie for a newborn, I win.
As most parents will know, until you’ve had your baby for a little while, you don’t really know what to expect, and, by extension, what to buy. My son is eight months old: it’s only now that I can look around the multicoloured plastic hellscape my home has become and recognise what was worth the money, and what we could’ve done without. His high-end Italian knitwear, for example, was out of commission within five minutes of us wrestling him into it for the first time.
